"Now keep back," ordered Nan to the little ones. "You can see just as well from this big stone, and you will not be in any danger here."
So Freddie and Flossie mounted the rock while the large boys got in closer to the well.
First the men removed the well shelter—the wooden house that covered the well. Then they put over the big hole a platform open in the center. Over this they set up the windlass, and then one of the men got in a big bucket.
"Oh, he'll get drownded!" cried Freddie.
"No, he won't," said Flossie. "He's a diver like's in my picture book."
"Is he, Nan?" asked the other little one.
"Yes, he is one kind of a diver," the sister explained, "only he doesn't have to wear that funny hat with air pipes in it like ocean divers wear."
"But he's away down in the water now," persisted Freddie. "Maybe he's dead."
"See, there he is up again," said Nan, as the man in the bucket stepped out on the platform over the well.
"He just went down to see how deep the water was," Bert called over. "Now they are going to pump it out."